Novels by Inked Angel

My girl.The words hit like ice water.Something twisted violently in my chest and I jerked backward so fast I nearly tripped over my own feet. My shoulder hit the doorframe. Pain sparked through my spine, but it cleared the fog. The buzzing. The heat. The fucking scent of her.I shoved her.​I didn't do it hard, but it was enough. My palm connected with her bare, warm shoulder and Laurel stumbled back a step onto the carpet. Her breasts bounced with the sudden movement and for one more miserable, weak moment, a part of me wanted to lean forward and catch one nipple in my mouth.Instead, I finally found my voice."No. No, Laurel, you’re—" I swallowed hard, trying to clear the thick taste of her from my throat. I forced steel into my words, desperate to build a wall between us before I completely fell apart. "You’ve got this completely wrong."She tilted her head. Amusement flickered behind the surprise that was there before. "Do I?"​"Yes." I yanked the hem of my shirt down with a vio

​I really should have turned around and walked away. I should have slammed the door.​Instead, I stayed frozen right there in the doorway, watching my roommate fuck herself with a vibrator that was the exact shade of bubblegum pink you’d see in a porn video. She didn’t rush it. She pressed the toy inside, inch by painful inch, groaning out loud as her pussy gripped the plastic tight.​"God, that’s so good," she breathed and her eyes flicked right back to mine.​She knew. She absolutely knew what she was doing to me.​Her back arched off the pillows and her heavy breasts bounced with the movement. Those were the exact same tits I’d been staring at since the first day she walked naked through our old dorm room. Her nipples were drawn into tight, hard points. When she reached up with her free hand to pinch one of them, she let out a sharp, needy sound that shot straight between my legs.God. What was happening to me?​I was wet. I was undeniably, embarrassingly wet, and I hadn’t even tou

◇SOPHIE◇I’d always known Laurel was a little weird, but I never realized just how far she would take it.We had been roommates since our freshman year on campus, sharing a tiny dorm room and somehow making it work. Now, in our final year, we were still living together, but we’d moved into a gorgeous, high-end house in a fancy neighborhood off-campus.Looking back, I really should have said no when she begged me to move in with her. The place was way too expensive for a student budget, but she promised her sugar daddy would cover every single cent of the rent and utilities. Since I was trying to save every penny for life after graduation, the idea of living completely rent-free sounded like a dream come true. I said yes without thinking twice.Lately, though, I was really starting to regret that choice.Laurel back in the dorms was a little wild, but this new version of her was completely out of her mind. Her crazy antics ranged from walking around the living room totally naked, to be

He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit, coating himself in my wetness, then pushed in.​"Oh my God!" I shrieked.​He filled me completely, stretching me out so perfectly that it felt like coming home. The size of him, combined with the weeks of forced abstinence, made the sensation almost too intense to bear. My hips involuntarily buckled but he caught my waist, holding me steady as he began to drive into me with a fast rhythm. ​The door rattled against its frame with every single slam of his hips. I was fully dressed, he was fully dressed, but the act itself was completely raw and filthy. The sound of our clothes rubbing together mixed with the wet, slapping noise of his groin hitting my backside was dirty and exactly what I needed.​"You're so wet for me, Baby," he muttered against the back of my neck. He reached around and one hand gripped my breast through my dress, squeezing tightly while his other hand kept my hips pinned back against him, meeting every thrust. "So

Bailey’s POVMy secret meetings with Roman did not stop after that first wild night. They continued for weeks and became something we both craved, even though it scared us. We took every chance we could to be together. Sometimes we met in his office late in the evening. Other times, we met at his quiet house on the edge of town. A few times, we even took the risk of meeting in the library.The library ones ended fast, though. The third night we slipped into the back, I ended up bent over a low shelf deep in the ancient history stacks. Roman had my skirt hiked up and was buried inside me, thrusting slowly so the old wooden shelves didn’t creak too loud.Then we heard footsteps and the librarian’s voice calling out, asking if anyone was still there. We barely pulled ourselves together and slipped out separate ways before she rounded the corner. After that, the library felt too dangerous. One close call was enough.His office became off-limits too. Freya kept showing up at odd hours and

I didn't fuck her again after that. My cock was still buried deep, twitching and leaking the last drops of cum into her wrecked little hole, but I forced myself to hold back. She'd been a virgin before I split her open and I didn't want to wreck her pussy any worse than I already had. She felt so fucking full around me. Those soft walls were still squeezing and fluttering like they couldn't decide if they wanted more or needed a break. I stayed like that for a long minute, just breathing her in and my hands gripping her hips to keep us locked together. When I finally pulled out, she hissed through her teeth and her face twisted up in that mix of sore and satisfied. A wet pop sounded as my cock slipped free and thick strings of my cum mixed with a hint of her blood stretched between us before snapping. It all dripped down her ass crack and onto the couch cushions. "Shit, baby," I muttered, running my thumb along her swollen folds. She was puffy and red, glistening with the mess we'd

Raven's POVI never saw Dominic again. Not since that day, when I’d run from that room feeling like my skin was on fire.For the first week, I became a ghost in the club. I memorized his schedule, or what I thought was his schedule, and made damn sure I was anywhere but there. If he usually checked the stockroom at ten, I was serving drinks on the main floor at nine-fifty-five. If he took his lunch in the back office, I’d be on my break, hiding in the staff bathroom with my feet on the toilet seat so no one would see my shoes.I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Every time my pager buzzed, my heart tried to crawl out of my throat. This was it. He was calling me to his office to fire me. Or worse, drag me in there and make me look him in the eye while he told me exactly what kind of monster I was. I pictured it a hundred times; the cold stare, the way his jaw would lock, that low dangerous voice saying I’d crossed a line no one comes back from. Part of me almost wanted it. At le

Andrei shrugged, completely unbothered. That cocky grin was still in place. "I remember Bree because she's my favorite. The girl has got skills and she knows when to keep her mouth shut. And Pixie? I remember her because the dumb bitch tried to get into cahoots with your enemies. Nearly fucked you over with that information she was feeding them. I had to clean that mess up quietly, remember? So yeah, I keep tabs. It's my job, cousin. Your dick's business is my business when it threatens the empire." He said. I opened my mouth to tear into him again, but the soft click of heels interrupted. The flight attendant was back.Her blouse was still doing its best to contain her, and she’d unbuttoned one more button since the last time. It was subtle, but not subtle enough. She stopped beside my seat, leaning just enough that I caught the edge of black lace under white fabric."Gentlemen," she said. "We’re approximately thirty minutes from touchdown at Teterboro. The captain has turned on th

Dominic’s POVI lounged back in the wide leather seat of the Gulfstream and took a long swig of my drink. The steady hum of the engines drilled into my skull, reminding me of the fact that I was trapped thirty thousand feet in the air, away from the city’s grime and my own fucking thoughts. Andrei was sprawled in the seat beside me, already halfway through a glossy magazine featuring a spread on Italian supercars, a glass of whiskey balanced on his knee as he flipped the pages with lazy interest.We were somewhere over the Atlantic, headed back after handling some messy business in London, and instead of feeling relieved, a tight coil of anxiety kept winding in my chest. The closer we got to the city, the more my mind drifted to the club, and the less I wanted to walk back through those doors.The flight attendant appeared from the galley, with a tray balanced perfectly on one hand. Brunette,big tits straining against the tight white blouse of her uniform, and a pretty face painted j

I froze then smiled a little, thinking maybe he was teasing me. "What does it look like I’m doing, genius?" He shifted again, a shallow hitch catching in his chest before he could smooth it out. His fingers flexed where they rested at my lower back, the pads of them pressing in and easing off, like he wasn’t trying to move me at all, just checking that I was real. That he was real. "Why are you on top of me? Naked?" He asked. I blinked, still catching my breath, my hands resting on his chest. "What do you mean?" I murmured, a small smile tugging at my lips despite the chaos around us. But then he shifted, propping himself up on his elbows, and his eyes dropped between us. I felt him tense and very muscle locked up at once. He propped himself up on his elbows, staring down at where we were still joined. His cock had gone soft inside me, but the sight of it, of his cum starting to leak out around the edges, made his whole body go rigid. "Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered. Befo

So why did my chest ache with a pain that had nothing to do with vengeance?The look on his face kept pulling at me. That raw, unguarded agony. It unsettled me in a way I didn’t understand and cracked something open where rage was supposed to live. I had spent so long imagining him as a monster that I wasn’t prepared for this... this broken, human version of him.And I hated it.Because all I wanted in that moment was to make it go away. To wipe that look from his face and replace it with the cold, intimidating mask I knew. The one that made him easy to hate. Easy to destroy.This version? This one made my chest hurt.I didn’t know how to comfort men. That had never been my role.What I knew was how to undo them; how to unravel them with pleasure or end them with death. Those were the only languages I’d ever been taught.And since killing him wasn’t an option right now, I reached for the other weapon in my arsenal.My bare feet carried me across the rug, avoiding the spreading dark po

"You have to believe me, Pakhan. Come on. You’ve known me over ten years. Ten fucking years of loyalty. I’ve bled for you, taken bullets, buried bodies—whatever you asked. She’s been here... what? Three weeks? A month tops? You really think I’d lie to your face after everything?"He sounded desperate and his voice cracked at the edges. I almost felt sorry for him.Almost.Dominic didn’t answer right away. Instead he turned those dark eyes on me. "What do you have to say for yourself, Raven?"I took a shaky step closer to him. Not too close—I didn’t want to look like I was trying to seduce my way out of this—but close enough that he could see the tears still shining on my cheeks. I made my voice small and cracked, the way people sound when they’re about to break."I’ve never lied to you," I said quietly. "Not once. Everything I’ve told you so far? It checked out, right? The brother, the college, the way I showed up here… all of it was real. I get it if you pick him. You’ve known him fo

Kasey’s POV The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the reception, but the warmth I felt was entirely from the man beside me. We were finally husband and wife after two long years of waiting. My white dress still felt a little unreal against my skin, and every time I looked down at the simple gold band on my finger next to Landon’s, my stomach did a happy flip. This was it. Us. Forever. I spotted Darren and Ilya across the room, weaving through the crowd. My heart gave a quick, surprised squeeze. They actually showed up. I lifted my hand and waved them over. They noticed almost immediately and Darren nudged Ilya slightly before they both changed direction and made their way toward us. By the time they reached us, Darren was already smiling faintly. "Congratulations, you two." He beamed. "You came!" The words left my mouth before I could even stop them. I moved instinctively, stepping forward to him but Landon’s grip tightened, pulling me back against him before I could ev

Landon's POVI stood at the end of the aisle with my chest tight as hell, trying not to lose it right in front of everybody. Tears kept building up in my eyes no matter how much I blinked them back. I couldn’t help it.Fuck. Do not cry. Do not fucking cry.But Christ, she was a vision. The dress she was wearing wasn’t some puff of frothy lace. It was sleek like poured cream and hugged every curve I’d memorized in the dark. It had these long sleeves that went all the way to her wrists with delicate pearls that caught the light every time she breathed. The neckline dipped just enough to make my mouth go dry, and the skirt fell in a smooth, clean line to the floor, making her look like some elegant statue that had decided to walk. And the veil. A fucking cloud of tulle that hid her face from me, making me want to rip it off with my teeth.My eyes darted to the tiny hurricane in front of her. Hazel. Our two-year-old daughter. She was a perfect mini-Kasey from her riot of brown curls to t

Kasey’s POVHis lips pressed against mine softly."God, baby, you’re awake," he breathed against my mouth. "I’m so fucking glad. I thought—""I’m okay," I whispered, cutting him off before he could finish whatever dark thought had been sitting on his chest. I lifted my arms and hugged him as best as I could, wincing slightly when the IV line tugged at my arm."Are you hurt?" he asked quietly, pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes moved all over my face like he was checking for damage. "Does anything hurt? Head? Stomach? Tell me—"Before I could even open my mouth to answer, Darren cleared his throat from the chair beside the bed."I’ll go grab the doctor now that you’re here," he said, already heading for the door."Thanks, man," Landon said without looking away from me.Once the door clicked shut behind Darren, Landon leaned in again and kissed me deeply. It felt like he was trying to make up for lost time, like every minute he’d spent thinking he might lose me had been bu

Kasey’s POVFor five days, I had lived with the quiet certainty that Landon was looking for me.It was the only thing that kept me from breaking completely. Every hour that dragged by, every time the door opened or footsteps echoed down the hall, a small part of me held on to that belief. He wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t give up. He would find me.But I never thought he’d show up so soon, and definitely not like this: tied to a chair looking helpless while his uncle circled him like a shark.It almost felt like they had lured him here on purpose. Like they used me as bait and he swam right into the trap. My heart ached every time I caught a glimpse through the cracked door. I strained to hear what they were saying but their voices stayed low and muffled. Snatches of angry words floated in, but nothing clear enough to make sense of the back and forth.Then that bitch Kendra walked in. I watched her lean down and spit in Landon’s face before smacking him hard across the cheek. The sound of

"You don’t mean that. He’s still your brother. Why the hell do you want to see him lose everything?" I muttered under my breath.Andrew stopped pacing. His face twisted like I’d slapped him. "He made me lose everything too, you little shit," he snapped back. "I’ve spent years trying to pay him back. Ambushed his shipments, sent shooters after him and his whole damn family. Hell, I even risked going after William Antonellis himself, hoping the attack would wipe out Vince’s heir so he’d know exactly how it felt when he stole my life from me."My hands curled into fists against the ropes."You sick bastard," I growled. He leaned in closer. "But your old man’s been too fucking lucky every single time. Slipped through every trap. Until now. Look who’s got the upper hand, nephew. Me."My stomach turned over. All those attacks that took my brothers from us… this bastard had been behind them the whole time. Every funeral, every scar, every night I stayed up wondering who the hell was gunnin

Landon's POVThe first thing that hit me when he walked in wasn’t fear.It was confusion.I didn’t know who the hell I had expected to see but it sure as hell wasn’t him.For a split second, my brain told me it was my old man.Same height. Same build. Same sharp jaw. Same eyes that looked like they’d already judged you before you even opened your mouth. It was like staring at a version of my father that had been dragged through hell and left there a little too long.But then I actually looked at him and everything in me went cold. Because it wasn’t him. It couldn’t be.My dad didn’t look at people like that. Not like they were something to break apart just to see how they worked. Not like they were already dead and just hadn’t realized it yet.This man did.I had never seen my old man’s twin before. I heard stories, yeah. Bits and pieces. Enough to know he existed. Enough to know he was bad news. But seeing him in the flesh? It was like someone had taken my father and twisted somethin

Mirabel sighed in frustration. "I’m not helping you because I like you." She said flatly. "I’m helping because four bodies moving together make more noise and more scent than one, but four also means four pairs of eyes and ears."Her gaze flicked into the dark trees, then back to us."And right now, even weak ones are better than nothing. Plus, if I’m stuck in this nightmare, I’d rather not die alone while listening to you three bitch about it. So make up your minds. Come with me or stay here. But choose fast. The howls are getting closer."Another scream ripped through the trees. This one was much nearer than before. It cut off suddenly, followed by rough male laughter and a low growl that sounded way too satisfied. My stomach flipped."Fine," I said. "We’ll go with you. But if you start treating us like garbage again, we'll split. Deal?"Mirabel didn’t answer right away. When she did, her voice was clipped. "Deal. Now move. Stay low, step where I step, and for the Moon Goddess’s sa

For a second, no one moved.Then the crowd surged forward all at once. Bodies slammed into each other, tripping over anything in the way.I grabbed Sam’s hand with my right and Teagan’s with my left and pulled them along as tight as I could. My bad leg was already throbbing like someone was stabbing it with every step, but I kept going. I would drag it behind me the whole night if I had to.​I didn't look back at the soldier. I didn't look back at the hall. I focused on the dark wall of trees ahead.In ten minutes, the monsters would be coming. Men with the strength of ten and the noses of bloodhounds would be tracking our scent, hungry for the "merchandise" they'd been promised. We needed to move fast.I had spent my whole life being the girl that didn't matter, the girl who was too sick to be a wolf, the girl who was broken and left to rot. ​But I was still here. And I wasn't going to let some asshole King or a hunter take what was left of me."Stay close," I hissed as we hit the tr

Why was this happening to me?Hadn't I suffered enough?Wasn’t it enough to grow up unwanted, to learn early that no one was ever coming to save me? Wasn’t it enough to live in a body that was already failing me, breaking down piece by piece while everyone else grew stronger?I was already dying slowly. Wasn’t that punishment enough?I pressed my tongue hard against the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood.Someone a few rows over started crying quietly. Through my peripheral vision, I saw the big, scarred soldier lunge into the crowd.​He reached down and fisted his hand into her long, blonde hair.​The girl wailed as he jerked her upward, dragging her across the floor like a sack of grain. Her fingernails scraped against the floor as she tried to hold on but he didn’t slow down. He dragged her all the way to the front before finally stopping.Then he grabbed her by the throat effortlessly and lifted her.Her feet left the ground instantly. Her legs kicked in the air while her ha

"Addie…" Teagan whispered as her fingers dug into my arm. "I’m scared. I'm really scared. What is he going to do to us?"I opened my mouth.Nothing came out.The words were there; You’ll be fine. We’ll get through this. Lies I’d heard a hundred times before. Lies people told when they didn’t have anything real to offer.I tightened my grip on her freezing hand but I didn't say a word. How do you lie to someone when you can already hear the end coming? I wanted to protect her, but I was standing in the path of the same storm.She was going to find out what the Lycan King was capable of sooner or later. When that happened, a lie would be the last thing she’d thank me for."Say something, Adeline! Please…" Her grip on my arm tightened painfully. "Tell me we’re going home. Tell me this is some kind of mistake...please, just say something!"I glanced at my best friend, Samantha. She was sitting on the floor beside me with her arms wrapped tightly around herself like she was trying to hold